The time I started a blog.

It has been years since I wanted to start writing a blog. Although I had no idea what writing a blog really was. And I didn't even bother about starting one because either I was too busy or I was too lazy. But then somehow things changed and all the busy-mode ended and boring-mode started... Continue Reading →


The things I do these days.

So this is the jobless-version of me writing about the things I do everyday (Because I'm bored!!Duh!) and here it goes. Switching between Whatsapp ( Texting husband ), Instagram ( since there's a lot of happenings in my stories ), Facebook ( For videos basically also you'll get to know if someone is engaged or married... Continue Reading →

From A Non-Resident Indian To The Residing Indians

The Confused Individual's Blog

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Things we need to make clear to you guys:

1) I want to clear out the first misconception you have of us. NOT ALL OF US ARE RICH. You guys need to stop equating “living abroad” to being rich. Your definition of what’s costly applies to us too in several cases. In fact, I know of people settled in India willing to pay extravagant prices while they shop while there are so many of us NRI’s who’d rather go shop in one of those road-side bazaars where they sell reasonably priced things.

Think about it for a second. Why would we be studying here? Sure, a large number of Indian parents send their kids back to India in hopes they’d become “street smart” and shed some of their “spoilt attitude”. The main reason for a huge number of them to send their child back home is because the cost of…

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All you need is a pillow to hug. And let the pillow hug your tears.

"And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too"


Love is madness A Burning desire Any fool can love. Not the fairy tale love Just 'love' From this body of flesh and desire to that body of flesh and desire let it kill you this spiritual connection this timeless journey of loving and being inseparable. Let it kill you. -ummuzwriteups  

That Lost Girl.

Insomnia struck. Depressed. Wet pillows. 2 AM Tears. 12 AM Wandering minds. Red, sleep deprived, baggy eyes. She's drowning. Mind's a wreck. All Alone. She sits on her bed. Staring at the walls. Screaming in the inside. Screeching her heart out. Those awful thoughts. Restless. Lost. Stained wrists. She whispered "I'm Fine". - ummuzwriteups Any... Continue Reading →

The way you look.

I've seen you smile quite a lot but no, it doesn't seem enchanting. Its not the smile. I see it everywhere on everyone, while in the crowd, in the gardens, in the mall, in the restaurant, at the movies every human has it, uses it. Smile. I ain't fascinated by your smile. Its when I... Continue Reading →

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